Heartbreak Hill
She asks how I am doing
I say stellar, but really
I'm not doing so well
Hell, I just got promoted
My income had doubled
But I'm feeling sick today
As I chase away my addiction
Seductive, not quite enough
Mr. Almost man I am
What's black is white
I have no plans, no goals
In this place I stand
I miss her lips, french like mine
I tell myself over and over it's over
Just give it time
A tomorrow like tomorrow
I'll sit inside and sigh
Little boy I am filled with sorrow
I think it's about that time
A time to grow up
But other than that I'm doing fine
So I tell myself
I say stellar, but really
I'm not doing so well
Hell, I just got promoted
My income had doubled
But I'm feeling sick today
As I chase away my addiction
Seductive, not quite enough
Mr. Almost man I am
What's black is white
I have no plans, no goals
In this place I stand
I miss her lips, french like mine
I tell myself over and over it's over
Just give it time
A tomorrow like tomorrow
I'll sit inside and sigh
Little boy I am filled with sorrow
I think it's about that time
A time to grow up
But other than that I'm doing fine
So I tell myself
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